Assistance Of Need

Alexandrea Grey, just a normal girl, who loves her job and loves to party on the beaches of Miami. Elijah Bianchi A not so simple billionaire, daddy's money most would say, but not how it truly is. A need for assistance, and assistance for need. Same words, different meaning...or so they thought.

" 'gosh damnit, would you just look at me' Elijah yells. Jerking my head up, tears still filled my eyes.
His face changed immediately, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek, 'don't fucking touch me' I manage to say through the tears.
It's not like I could back up, I was pinned to the wall, both of his arms on either side of me.
'Alexandrea, I- I'm sorry' he said. 'Your sorry? Your fucking sorry?!' I yell and push him back harshly. He stumbles back with a look of shock on his face.
'I know and I am sorry, I shouldn't have done that' he said remorsefully, 'yeah you think?' I say, as the tears continue to fall down my face. I look down for one second, the next second my chin is in his hand and his lips are on mine.